Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ecuador and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Magazine to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Wally Richardson,
Erykah Badu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Organ,
EPMD,
Pulsallama,
Howard Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Excepter,
Cybotron,
Unwound,
Brand Nubian,
Faraquet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suicide,
Avey Tare,
Donald Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Eddi Front,
The Divine Comedy,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Cale,
Arcadia,
The Skatalites,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sarah Menescal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
The Offenders,
Television,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultravox,
The Fugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sound,
Neu!,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
LL Cool J,
Lalann,
Spandau Ballet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Leaves,
Lucky Dragons,
Eli Mardock,
Skaos,
Severed Heads,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
Animal Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.